Found Ben wandering homeless at Bahia Honda State Park in the Florida Keys last Saturday. Really wished I could have spoken more with him, but voluntarily quarantined myself inside my tent due to the sudden onset of flu (thanks to my snotty-nosed United Airlines seatmates on the SFO to DC leg of my vacation trip to paradise). In retrospect I probably should have told him about the 6-pack of Dale’s Pale Ale (Colorado’s Finest brew) I had locked away in my rental car (and was unable to drink) but didn’t know if it would result in having to listen to him singing drunken sea shanties all night.